Chapter 7

I was fazed ever since I finished class and couldn't concentrate much in all of my classes throughout the day. I never expected to see him again, yet here I am, passing through the worst cliche of my life. I checked my guide and tried to find my way to my dorm.  I couldn't say a word throughout his lecture. My mind went rogue, all I can think about is him. Imagine the horror I felt after knowing I slept with my professor. I swallowed. My sexy professor.  I can't believe he's much older than me. I thought he was about my age. Oh Lord, where did I go wrong? How on earth was he with us at the grill that day? What is going on?! Tell me you're not the least interested in the fact that you get to see him again, and I'll rest my case. My mind taunted.  I bit my lower lip in response.  I am intrigued. Maybe this gives me a chance to figure out his name or continue from where we left off.  I shook the thought out of my mind. I thought transferring to a new campus would be the end of half of my problems, but it just became the start of another problem. How do I tell Kate that the man I slept with is him?  Everything is going so wrong all of a sudden.  I sighted my dorm and made my way in. A lady is sitting at an open office in front of the door., I bowed a bit while passing her and walked in; that was my way of greeting.  Once she was no longer in sight, I sighed.  All I want to do is eat and rest my head while avoiding Kate all evening. She said she has something she wants to tell me, too. I don't know what that could be, but I know that nothing could be worse than this. I strolled down the girls' hallway. On both sides are doors leading to rooms, and like a typical dorm, it's noisy and clustered yet quiet and neat. I just saw two girls walk out shirtless and braless with bras tied on their heads. I won't even bother trying to understand that.  I groaned when I reached my door and dipped my key in my lock. My door came open and I walked in. My eyes widened at my welcome, and I froze. A basketball came flying in the air, swooping past me.  Woah! That nearly hit my head. I stared at the other side of the room where it was thrown from.  "Sorry, bad habit." A lady lying lazily on her bed said. She has a white cap that has the print of a spider in front with red zebra stripes on both sides. She's putting on a baggy jersey matching the style on her cap and a black, inner long-sleeved shirt. Brown cargo pants covered her feet. She has a toothpick in her mouth, and she's lying upside down with her legs wide open, leaning on the wall. How on earth can someone shoot a ball in that position? "The name's Jasmine." She eyed me. It's hard to tell when her head is facing the ground. "I'm guessing you're our roommate?"  Our?  Another girl walked from the other side of the room, and that's when I realised that there were indeed four beds in this room. There's a thin wall that divides the room in two, halfway, giving both people each half of the room and privacy, but also allowing us to communicate without having to push a door to give us access to our room. Two tables and chairs rested on each side of the wall. I can tell the desks at the other side are for the roomies on the other side, but the desks leaning on my side of the wall are for me, and I'm guessing the other is for her, Jasmine.  "Heya. Ashlyn here. You can call me Ash." She said. She's wearing a baby pink, short-sleeved shirt, which fits her torso well and outlines her slim upper body figure, and a pleated mini skirt. A thin black belt is on her waist, as well as a silver heart chain belt. Her legs are covered with furry pink leg warmers, one stretched up to her knee and the other is a few inches above her ankle. She has sneaker-boots on as well.  Her hair is packed in a ponytail, and a cat ears headset is hung around her neck.  She's pretty and I love her black and dyed red hair. Not to mention those tiny heart-shaped stickers on her cheeks.  "Savory is the fourth one. She'll be here soon, I think. Nice to meet you." Ash said. She held her hand out for a fist bump. I bumped into it, and she grinned.  "I wondered what you'll be like. Not to lie, I'm glad you're not all Barbie." Jasmine said and sat up. Ash threw the ball back to her. Jasmine has a deep voice, and I like it.  "Don't listen to her, Jasmine just enjoys making girly girls traumatized," Ash said.  I stared at her with a raised brow. "Aren't you one?"  "I tried to tell her the same thing." Jasmine piped in.  "Not a chance. Although my fashion sense depends on my mood." Jasmine spun around, flashing her outfit. The only question I have for her is, why is she wearing shoes inside?  Jasmine tsked, bouncing her ball from her hand to the ground and vice versa. "Or how many boys did you kiss?"  I giggled. I'm sure I'll have fun with these two.  "Jealous you haven't had an ask out yet?" Ash sing-sang.  "Nope, I crush them in basketball. You should feel sad for yourself."  "Well, nice to meet you, Jasmine and Ash. I'm Hazel."  "Enjoy your stay with us," Ash said with a sway of her hip to the side.  "Of course she will, she's on my side of the room." Jasmine stopped bouncing the ball and tossed it. Ash caught it in front of her face with both hands. Even I would've tripped over it if a ball came flying directly at me. I can already tell they're agile and probably have known each other for a while.  "Whatever makes you sleep well at night." Ash shrugged and tossed the ball back. Jasmine caught it, bounced it once, then spun the ball with one finger, standing up. I have zero knowledge of sports and feel so odd right now.  I flung my bag on my desk and walked to my bed. Jasmine is on the down block. I can't believe I'm staying up. Well, it's not so high and the stairs are cabinet, so I'm fine with it. I jumped on my bed and sighed, staring at the ceiling. Today sure has been eventful. I think the good part about being on campus is that I have no time to think about anything else. My mind will be clogged with school work, and I'm sure my one-night stand probably doesn't know I'm his student. To be fair, I don't want him to know, en though I'd love if he did.  My thoughts are all over the place about my decision and how I feel about him and our sex. Part of me wants to believe it was just a phase, but he fucked me so well.  Held me so passionately. Handled me roughly yet with care. I took a deep breath in. I guess all I have to do is avoid him throughout the year. I can do that much. Besides, he probably doesn't remember me anyway.  My phone rang.  I groaned.  It's in my bag on the desk. I don't want to get up. I closed my eyes and stuffed a pillow over my head, trying to block both of my ears from the noise called my ringtone.  I have roommates now. I reminded myself. I can't leave my phone like that.  With a roll of my eyes, I climbed down from my bed to get my phone. It is Kate. Part of me expected to have missed calls from my parents, but there are none. There's also none from that cheating jerk.  Not that if he sent a text, I'll know. I changed my line and deleted everything about him. The only people I talk to now are the rest of my contacts, excluding Iv, of course.  I picked d the call. "Hey?" I started.  "Hi, want to meet up tonight?" Not really. But I'd love to get my mind off things before I rest tonight.  "Sure, give me the details. Any special place in mind?" I asked. I want to know if it's a casual meet-up or something more.  "I will text it to you. Dress nicely. It's a fancy restaurant and I want to introduce you to someone. My big secret."  That caught my interest, and a smile formed on my face.  "Okay, girl. But promise we'd dish whoever it is later and have a hangout on our own. I have a lot of things to tell you." Keeping secrets from Kate isn't something I'm good at. She might be able to help with my dilemma.  "You bet your ass, we will. Let's meet up outside school. I'll pick you up, or you can head there if you'd like. I'll still text the address." I don't advise meeting her there because I don't know anywhere but meeting her somewhere will give me a good tour of the state. "I'll meet you, bye. Oh, and nothing too early. I want to have a nap." "Nine pm it is!" Kate beamed from the other end. I giggled.  "Perfect. Love you."  "Love you too." I cut the call and sighed. If anything, this should ease me up more. After all, like I said, he might not remember me anyway, and it's just about time I forgot about him. I walked in. The first thing I noticed was the walls and the awesome arrangement of the restaurant.  Kate was right. This place is fancy. I'm glad I did not show up underdressed. My fingers tightened on my purse as I walked in, trying to locate her with my eyes.  I can feel my wavy hair brush my back and shoulders as I make my way forward in my shorts, surrounded by stones, a black dress, and midnight black heels. My earrings are silver with tiny fake diamonds all around, and I'm putting on a tiny chain necklace with a small silver heart attached to it.  I took a deep breath in. I feel kind of weird. Who could be so important that Kate would want to meet here?  Maybe it's me. She might just want me to feel better. But by the look of this place, I can tell even water will be nothing less than fifty dollars.  "Honey, you made it." Kate walked up to me. An awkward smile formed on my lips as she hugged me. She has always had the gift of spotting me wherever I am. I still don't know why I feel so odd. Like I don't belong .... It's strange.  "Y...ea...h," I said. When we broke our hug, I took my time to study her outfit. I don't know what shade of purple she's wearing, but it's shiny purple-pink. It's an armless dress with stops just above her knee. She's wearing matching shoes, glossy red lipstick, with light makeup. Her jewelry is nice too. The crystals fit her outfit. "You look pretty, I said to her. She smiled at the compliment and kissed me on the cheek.  Her hand held my arm, and even that made me gasp. I don't think she noticed how agitated I am. I need to get out of here. I have a feeling that something creepy is going to happen, but I don't want to ruin her surprise.  Does Kate want to tell me that she's an undercover secret agent and I just won a hundred grand?  Or did she get a job offer she can't refuse and is leaving? This habit of always overthinking things needs to stop.  "Let's get to our tab,e," Kate says and walks me forward to a table in the corner. I like it because it's hidden. She pulls a chair out for me and I sit.  "Thanks."  "Anything for you." She winked and blew a kiss. "Give me a second to make a call. He should be here by now."  He?  If this girl called me to meet a man, I'll kill her after because she could have sent a photo.  "I want to go to the restroom. I'll be right back." I said to her before she left. I'll find the loo myself.  I walked to a staff member and asked for directions. She led me there and I walked in. The first thing I did was turn the tap on. I took a deep breath in.  Relax. It's nothing new. So relax. It was just sex, and you did not know his identity. If you knew he was your teacher, you wouldn't have fucked him. My conscience reassured.  It's not a bad thing. Teenagers have sex all the time; I shouldn't make mine problematic and let the thought plague me. I plan to tell Kate tonight, and I think that's why I am kind of nervous.  I looked in the mirror and tried to smile.  It's just one thing, and that thing is in the past. There's nothing to worry about, and it's not an offense if it happened when you weren't a student here. Worrying about that night is okay, but not this much.  I walked out of the restroom. I remember the way to our table from here.  I sat on the seat when I noticed someone sitting opposite me. Is this the wrong table? "Oh my God, I'm sorry. Must be the wrong one." I said without looking at the person and stood. I froze when I saw his face. My breath hitched.  It's Mr K.  What is he doing here? And why does he have an unusual smile on his face?  "You've got the right table. Sit. Please." He said. There's that commanding tone in his voice that makes me want to obey.  I stared at Kate. She's talking to a chef. Did she already figure out and set this dinner in my honour?  A contented smile formed on my face. This is why I love my best friend!! "Are you stalking me now? Moving because of me is quite low." I teased, sitting back down without taking my eyes off his. I pressed my legs together. This man makes my body stir in ways that it shouldn't.  He chuckled. "I will save the chat for another day." He said. "You changed your number."  My throat tightened. I don't know if that was a question or a sentence.  "Why? Did you miss me?" I asked. I'm playing with fire and I know it, but I can't deny, meeting him a second time feels good. It gives me butterflies, the good kind. The fact that I still feel things despite knowing who he is puts me in a tight spot.  I wonder if he can feel it too. Killian chuckled.  "I see you two have already met!" Kate said with a smile.  We've done more than meet. I've seen him naked.  I didn't say a word because I'm sure she already knows.  "Hazel, this is Killian." Of course, Killian. I won't forget his name this time. "Killian, meet my best friend, Hazel." Kate rushed through her words. "Hazel, this is the secret I wanted to tell you. We're getting married. Killian and." Kate said, and I felt my heart crash into a million pieces for a reason I'm not certain of.  My throat felt dry, and I hoped my shock didn't show facially.  All I feel is a million times worse. This can't be... She sat by his side and pressed her lip to his cheek.  She's not lying... the wide smile on her face proved it. She looks happy. So happy.  Oh my God, I feel terrible. How do I tell her I know her fiancé is cheating and I'm the one he cheated on her with?  My life just took a tragic turn.  I faked a smile. "Congratulations." I struggled to say, clapping.  The air feels thin, and it's hard to breathe. The one man my body craves so much more than anything... who has been on my mind for weeks is my best friend's fiancé. I swallowed.  And I fucked him.